The Cardinal and his Lady
sup together every evening,
but take their seed
from different feeders,
as well they should.
For they pass their days
together in hectic flight,
from limb to branch
with hawks in sight.
Yet each bares the others burdens,
they are allied in every fight.
So by the time the sun is setting
and the dinner bell is ringing
they deserve some time alone
before both are winging home
to usher in their night
and married life!
Poems by Ken 